“If you don’t want me to put a bullet in her head you will get her away from me.”
Gents shoulders straightened. His lips thinned. “You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself Ruin. If you murdered an innocent woman.”
Slowly my head turned to face him. “You want to bet.”
He didn’t reply.
No one said a god damn word. They all just stood there. Maybe Gent was right and the rash anger would leave me when I had had time to think about things with a clear head. But I doubted it.
Gemma was the only person with him. She had gunned down my father like he was nothing. And by doing so she had ripped the Black Aces apart.
“Get the women out of here. And someone get Wicked.” I turned to Avery, my boot squelching in my dad’s blood. “You and Cali are to go to Truths. Sit with Chelsea until I can get there.”
The police would already be on the way. Someone somewhere would have phoned them.
“Parker?” Her eyes darted downwards. And there were real tears in them. She had never been fond of my dad, no one really was but she cried for him anyway.
“Someone will bring him to you.”
Maybe she wasn’t crying for Fender. Maybe she was crying for us and our lives together because one thing was for certain. Our lives would never be the same again.
The Black Aces would never be the same again.
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Wicked
Games
Chapter One
Wicked
There was blood on the floor. A deep sticky red pool that had congealed to a tacky mess. It was the blood of a man I knew well.
The father of my best friend. And it was strange to see it. I wasn’t a stranger to death and violence but to see our presidents blood and grey matter on the floor hit me hard.
It wasn’t that I was surprised that someone had shot him to death. We all knew the chances of us dying old in bed with our grandbabies around us was just a pipe dream. Violence was part of our way of life. Fender knew the risk. The same as we all did.
No, it wasn’t that. It was the fact that someone had come into our midst tonight of all nights. When our women were here, when the club was celebrating and executed him.
I hadn’t seen the body but I already knew that he hadn’t seen it coming. No one had. No one had a clue who or even why our club president had been put down like a dog.
But we would find out.
And then there would be war.
I didn’t believe for one minute that Gemma had anything to do with Fenders murder and I was sure Ruin would come to that conclusion soon enough. Still, it was suspicious. I had to admit that. Especially seeing as she hadn’t stuck around.
“Someone needs to get this cleaned up.” My voice was flat. Emotionless. Just another day at the office except it wasn’t. This was the blood of my club brother, my president. Now the body had been removed and the police had taken statements. We needed to start moving. As one of the only senior club members who weren’t here for Fenders assassination, I fell into the role of leader. The others were still in shock. Ruin, who was usually the take-charge type was …. my thoughts faltered.
Chelsea.
She had no idea what was going on? Or would one of the women have told her? Was she crying? Distraught and overcome with grief. I hated the thought of her crying. Especially when I wasn’t there to comfort her.
Not that my job was to comfort her. Except I was her brother’s oldest friend , which meant I had every reason to comfort her. She was like family. I cared for her like a sister.
I hadn’t kissed her like a sister though. And she hadn’t acted like I was her brother when she had kissed me back.